Bashyam Narayanan


To a mother in the making Poem by Bashyam Narayanan


I thank you on behalf of the entire human kind for having chosen to become a mother.

A great mother you should be as you ensure the continuance of a genetic order, a wonder design of nature.
You are not only the mother of child you bear, but a global mother taking care of all with your kindness and affection to the little one, you are helping to land.

You are already a mother, as you became one from that moment, when the little one established itself in your nourishing womb.

You must be proud, because there are not many, who climb to this pedestal of motherhood.

You are lucky to tell the world loud and clear, that the human bonding is still there, as you bear the sign of it.

You are proving yourself the symbol of love, perseverance and patience.

Caution but, do not become possessive of this great gift to the world.

The child you bear is a gift you give to this waiting world.

Whether it be a son or daughter it makes no difference, but ensure in it are implanted your nobler thoughts.

Let that be Ram, the great son and the loyal husband
Let that be Sita, the personification of patience
Let that be Shiva, the perfectionist
Let that be Krishna, the granter of happiness
Let that be Buddha, the peace-loving guy
Let that be Christ, the painstaking path finder
Let that be Shakti, the symbol of energy
Let that be Arjuna, the great warrior
Let that be Karna, the great giver
Let that be Bheeshma, the great son and the protector
Let that be Einstein, the great scientist
Let that be Shankara or Ramanuja the spiritual path finders

Let the child be any one
You are our great mother

Let your positive attitudes flow through its brain cells in the formation
Let your philanthropic views fill its small heart
Let your far sightedness invade this little one
Let your all-giving mind become part of its attitude
Let all your and its father’s good features constitute this colourful butterfly still in the cocoon.

You will not entertain any bad thoughts now.
You will not consume anything that may hurt this little one growing in you.
You will not make the kid suffer the shocks of adrenaline that your blood stream gets injected because of your anxious moments.

Nothing to worry.
All will be fine, as it is and as it was.
You may know with the arrival your arrival child there are two deliveries. One birth is of course of your child and the other is that of a great mother.

Awaiting the arrival of a mother

affectionately

Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2008
Edited: Thursday, May 22, 2008

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Abha Sharma (4/18/2008 8:19:00 AM)

    think all of us should go through your lines..the knowledge will enrich our morals..Sir you have really taken pains to assimilate all the various images and fused them here for the benefit of the readers, all the teachings of myths stand here for our guidance…
    thank you so much. (Report) Reply

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